"That's all for today, sir. I've rescheduled your Monday call with the board to Tuesday, confirmed lunch with Mr. Elridge, and forwarded the final contracts to legal for review."
Leonard nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on the skyline beyond the window. "Good."
She tapped once more, then paused. "Also, the donation paperwork from the foundation is ready for signature. I left it in your inbox."
Another nod.
Becca lingered.
Leonard noticed. "Something else?"
She shifted the tablet to one arm, her voice softening just slightly. "Sir," she said after a short pause, "This Saturday marks the anniversary of Mr. Ford's passing. Would you like me to send the usual arrangement?"
Leonard stilled. The pen he'd been rolling between his fingers dropped onto the desk with a soft clatter. He blinked slowly, as if trying to grasp the weight of what she had just reminded him.
